Oh, swearword! I can't believe that I did that! Thank you so much for catching that, Dovasary. Okay, so this chapter is supposed to be before the one I just posted, but everything should be in order now. I thought that I had posted this already. If you don't understand what I'm talking about, ignore this statement.

I'll just do responses here, anyway.

GreatOne - Yep! I guess looniness runs in his family!

Mousewolf - Yes, it's definitely getting weird. I think it gets more normal after this chapter, though. And you have nothing to be sorry about with the "bloody" comment. I just was confused at first glance. And to answer your question, I'm American. Thus the lingual confusion. I'm glad you liked the chapter!

CowgirlBlondie - Yep, brothers are good for getting them to do what you want. I'm glad you like it! Here's some more, or what should have been the earlier chapter!

Dovasary - Thank you SO much for noticing my little mistake! I think my long summer has begun to eat away at my brain. Hehe, I have many "freak-of-nature" tendencies myself, so there's no problem there. Plus I understand that it is much easier to read everything in order. I shall keep on going, and thank you for reading and keeping on top of things!

Chapter 67

The rest of the trip was spent with Leia staring at Alden, willing him to roll over, while Han worked on the ship or watched the two of them, occasionally making comments or laughing at her folly. Leia would periodically glare at him, and tell him to leave. He listened to her…a few times.

Their arrival was nothing unusual, with the Falcon experiencing a few bumps and near crashes, but it was the Falcon after all. To land without a few heart palpitations would be scarier than if a few TIE fighters popped up and started firing at them without warning. Therefore, everyone was calm and ready for the meeting as they walked down the ramp.

Han went first, blaster at the ready, and once he reached the end of the ramp and was sure everything was safe he motioned for Leia to walk down and join him. She held Alden (who had yet to roll over), and surveyed the planet. It was full of lush green trees, clusters of orange flowers, and golden fields. The hilly landscape hid modern structures that were unquestionably quite expensive, and was filled with rows upon rows of vines overflowing with some sort of spherical fruit. There was nothing about the planet that seemed menacing, and the couple strode forth, wondering where their welcoming committee was. Chewie and Threepio joined them, and the droid made his opinion clear on the subject of the planet's hospitality.

"Well, if they cannot make the effort to welcome us from the ship, I am not sure that they should be joining the Alliance at all," Threepio whined. "It certainly violates all rules of decorum."

"Shut it, Threepio," Han returned. "I'm sure they're coming."

Sure enough, a few moments later a group of frivolous-looking individuals approached them. Most were sitting atop large, fast-looking creatures with long, braided manes, and wore outfits that made it look as if they had just been busy playing noble sports, rather than passing legislation. The leader of the committee sat tall, and lifted his chin slightly, as if the gesture was impressive to his visitors. His hair was a shade that matched the fields perfectly, and he seemed to glow with his sense of self-importance. His hair was flowing in the "wind," which was actually a gust that was created by two servants on either side of him fanning him frantically. He immediately recognized his visitors once he lowered his chin enough to be able to view them, and nearly squealed with excitement.

"Hel-lo my friends!" he shrieked. "Why you come to Ican'tbelieve?"

Han had nearly collapsed with misery upon sight of the prince, but Leia found her composure and greeted him with a smile pasted on her face.

"We have come to Ican'tbelieve entertaining the hope that your great planet will agree to join the Alliance. We can offer you protection and aid in times of need, and you will be contributing to the galaxy in ways that are otherwise impossible."

"We see if we join," he said, brushing her off. "But who is that little one? He your baby?"

"Yes," Leia replied.

"He have such nice skin. So bright and clear. Can I use him in commercial for Fabio Healing Cream?"

"No!" the parents shouted immediately.

"Okay, okay, I get it. When he older, he can be in commercial. Fabio is fine now," the prince said, shaking his hair dramatically. "Let us go to palace now. The heat is ruining Fabio's perfect complexion. Tan lines never becoming to Fabio."

He and his entourage galloped toward the palace, his visitors following on foot.

The Ambassadors were winded upon reaching the palace. The palace structure was immense and golden (anything else would have been atrocious to Fabio), and held within its walls many rooms of unsurpassed elegance. Portraits of Fabio and Fabio-like ancestors adorned the walls. It would probably be very scary at nighttime.

Fabio was waiting for them on his throne, sipping a purple beverage in a clear goblet of ornate design. He swallowed the rest of the contents down, and then snapped his fingers and two manservants appeared to take the glass away.

"I drink only best from my vineyards," Fabio commented. "If drink bad, Fabio not happy."

"And it's so important for Fabio to be happy," Han grumbled.

"Yes, I know," Fabio stated, ignorant of Han's tone.

Fabio opened his mouth to tell his visitors more about his magnificent planet and palace, but he was interrupted by the appearance of a middle-aged woman wearing extravagant red robes.

"Get off my throne," she growled.

"Mother!" Fabio screeched. "I was not aware you return today."

"Stop speaking like that. It's ridiculous, and demeaning to your planet. I did not put you through the top university on the planet to have you speak like a child."

"Yes, Mother," Fabio said, hanging his head in shame.

"Now, who are all these people polluting the illustrious reputation of our palace? I am disgusted by the filth."

"They're Ambassadors from the Alliance. They want us to join," Fabio replied in a dejected tone devoid of his previous accent.

"Our planet will not join with a band of rabble rousers. We are royalty, and royalty will not stoop down to the level of democracy," she countered, spitting the last word.

"I am sorry for any misconceptions that you may have about the Alliance, ma'am," Leia started, no longer able to stand the woman's dismissal, "but we are not against royalty. I am a princess myself."

"You are a princess?" the queen asked, plotting her move. "Well then, we will agree to join on one condition: you marry my son, Fabio."

Leia laughed. "I don't think so. I am already married," she motioned to Han, "and I have a son, if you haven't noticed already."

"Nonsense! You will nevertheless marry my son. We have riches beyond imagination, and free pony rides."

"I'm sorry, but I am very happily married. It wouldn't work out," Leia stated bluntly.

"Then you are condemning your precious Alliance to utter ruin! Our riches can provide all the necessary funding for your organization! You fool!"

"I'm sorry, but even if the Alliance were struggling for money and I was not married already I wouldn't marry your son. I love Han, and marrying your son would destroy me. I would be living a charade of a life just to make the Alliance a few credits. It doesn't make any sense."

"FOOL!" the queen screamed. "TRAITOR! IMBECILE! PACIFIST WENCH!"

As the outraged queen spat at Leia, two men in guard uniforms sprinted down one of the long hallways. One of them had a white garment in his hands. They reached the queen, forcefully put the jacket on her, and tied her arms behind her back. She wriggled furiously, and tried to jump away, but they held her tightly.

"You're not getting away this time," one of the guards assured.

"I will not go back there! I am queen! You will never get me!" she cried as she ran into a wall.

"Come on," the other guard commanded. The two of them held the queen, and carried her off into a remote area of the palace. She cursed them colorfully, and then cursed her "Uncle Franco," a.k.a. the stuffed wompat on the shelf next to her.

And so was another insane chapter added to the Solo family saga.